Mark finished up my pussy and ass with his skilled tongue then mounted me with my legs in the air and fucked my brains out. What great sex we had that...night getting my pussy fucked by that big dick after having my little ass hole eaten out.The next morning I figured he wouldn’t remember anything he had done so I asked him “How did you like eating my ass last night?”He said "I didn’t do that!" vehemently with quite a surprised look on his face.Oh yes he did! I was straight as a pin that night. ...I felt a finger touch my lips. I understood I was supposed to be quiet. As the finger was against my lips, I felt how soft it was. It was a woman. I wasn’t supposed to talk. So my hands automatically went to her head. I felt the straight and soft hair. I could smell her perfume. I wouldn’t be able to describe it even if I had all the perfumes in the world in front of me to compare with. The smell was magical. I could feel myself wanting to touch her more. I lowered my hands behind her,. This latter domain, deep in the bowels of his private life, involved the twin activities of dickflashing and voyeurism. He wasn’t particularly proud of engaging in them, but he couldn’t help, and couldn’t bother really. They gave him joy, especially when he pleasured himself while in the middle of practicing them. On the frequent occasions that he partook in this hobby of his, he had to wait till his shift is over, for obvious reasons. Then he was free to roam the late afternoon streets,. "I looked at her in shock and she busted out in giggles and went back to their table. It wasn't three minutes later that they were all giggling and laughing. Boy, I sure hoped they weren't going to pick on me this time.Mark and the girls headed to Tran's while Sandra and I went to the motor pool for a full day of junk picking. When we arrived, Doris was just pulling up herself. We got out and I told her why I was there and introduced her to Sandra. They hit it off like they were old friends,.